After he finished speaking, Song Rongrong's expression changed slightly as she looked at him. "You think I'm cold-blooded?"
Ying Zhengqing's brow furrowed slightly. "What are you thinking?"
Song Rongrong looked away.
Ying Zhengqing: "Alright, stop talking now. Do you even want to hurt your voice?"
The two switched their ways of getting along.
Song Rongrong kept quiet and didn't speak, and Ying Zhengqing also remained silent, leaning back in his chair as if dozing off.
A nurse came in a short while later to change the IV bag.
Ying Zhengqing was wearing a mask, but he still couldn't escape the nurses' curious gaze.
"You look a lot like a celebrity."
Ying Zhengqing: "I admitted my mistake."
Nurse: "It really looks like him. My colleague is even a fan of his."
Ying Zhengqing: "I made a mistake. I work for someone else, and she is my boss."
Ying Zhengqing pointed at the person on the bed and talked nonsense.
The nurses were startled; they all thought they were a couple. The man had rushed over in a panic, carrying someone on his back, looking extremely anxious. They never expected it to be the boss…
Song Rongrong pretended not to hear.
The nurse left quickly after changing the IV bag.
This is a four-person ward. There is one person staying diagonally opposite. The curtains are all drawn.
Ying Zhengqing also drew the curtains on the bed.
"Okay, go to sleep."
Song Rongrong had slept for so long and wasn't sleepy anymore. She glanced at Ying Zhengqing and thanked him again.
I'll pay your medical bills later.
Ying Zhengqing hummed in agreement, then fell silent.
The atmosphere was tense and silent.
Song Rongrong dug her toes into the ground; she wasn't asleep. She glanced at Ying Zhengqing again.
Ying Zhengqing picked up a storybook from somewhere and was engrossed in reading it. Noticing Song Rongrong's gaze, he said indifferently, "Bored? Want me to read it to you?"
Song Rongrong: "...Find me a copy too."
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